Loretta LaRoche: Leave the rat race to rats

Our lives have become an endless parade of tasks that have to be accomplished as quickly as possible.

Loretta LaRoche

I’m always amused by how impatient everyone has become. No one wants to wait for anything anymore.

Merchants are trying to provide services as quickly as possible, yet people still complain when it takes more than five minutes to get a burger and fries.

I’ve watched people get their “fast food” and eat it even faster. It’s as if their having a road race with themselves. No wonder antacids are a huge business.

Our lives have become an endless parade of tasks that have to be accomplished as quickly as possible.

The only problem is the parade of “to do” lists is similar to a funeral march. You don’t see many happy faces running around trying to get their stuff done.

You can get your dry cleaning in less than 24 hours, even if it’s layered with filth. Your eyeglass prescription can be filled in 20 minutes, cholesterol screening takes five minutes at a health fair while your texting someone with the other hand, because after all, you have to tell someone what you’re doing.

You can have your thighs reshaped during lunch, and your breasts lifted while you’re having dinner. If that’s not to your liking, you can have a mini-tuck at your local gas station while your filling your tank and buying groceries for dinner.

Need a shrink, but don’t have time, well you can pick him or her up and take him with you on your way to doing errands. Television is a virtual feast of information and entertainment.

Yet many people want more. After all there might just be a tribe in the depths of the Amazon that could be a realty show, or a fly circus in Moscow that is ripe for a sitcom.

Every month or so a new cell phone comes out. I’m getting incredibly confused as to which one does what and why. Frankly, I don’t care. How much is too much?

At this point I think the answer is there is no too much! I am convinced I am a dinosaur, ready to become an exhibit in the Smithsonian. I really don’t care to run around and go berserk, just so I can talk about it to an equally berserk individual at the end of the day.

Oh, I used to be part of the “busy crowd.” But plowing ahead, living to do the next task is great for a family of ants, but it’s much more fun to watch ants than be one.